Painting on the lies
So engrained and trained into the brain
That it’s absence makes no sense
Heaven sent is the one that is able to go without while still being
All we want to be and should be
Should we?
Painting on the ways in which we wish we could be
Everything we are not
Counting the holes and have-nots in exchange for the blessings and beauty of the imperfections
In humility, understanding, and compassion
Without these artistic passions
The way we fashion who we are and what the world sees
What would we be?
Without these strokes of insecurity painting our being…


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